Misha
"Do you have family in Dalmane by chance?" I ask the overly friendly woman.
Her entire aura changes. It feels like the room's temperature dropped 20 degrees in an instant. I shouldn't have asked.
"Nope. None." She answers with a smile, but her eyes bore holes in me.
"Oh…ok. So, why did you drag me here? It wasn't for my safety or your patrons. What's the real reason?" My blunt question throws her off.
"Ahem, I don't know what you are implying, your highness. I only wish to keep things calm." She lies.
I'm not stupid. She has a dozen questions she wishes to ask me, but she is overly cautious. I would be too in her situation. I'm a totally unknown person thrust into the life of a royal—one of the highest-ranking royals at that. This club is trusted by high society and celebrities. The owner must be intelligent to keep everyone's private lives hidden while they are here. This is a perfect opportunity. I'll see her curiosity as a bargaining chip.
